The dream is the same every night. I’m sat on the side of a
mountain and up above the sky is clear blue with the odd wisp of cloud. The sun
feels strong on my face, cooled by the soft breeze carrying the voice of the
world.

The mountains form the spine upon which a lush green carpet
is draped. A river meanders through the valley, fed by streams sparkling in
their stumble down the mountainside.

I understand that this vision will be the last thing I will see.
And you know what? I could enjoy this view for eternity.

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